Dress Code

“You know, we have a strict dress code at work, and there’s been some complaints about your work attire.  This isn’t the first time we’ve talked to you about this.”

You sat in your chair and looked at the guy from HR staring back at you.  You smiled and finally laughed.  “But I’ve listened to your guide lines.  Sure I’m showing a little cleavage, but it’s within the boundaries that you set last time.”  You reached up and pulled on the neckline of your top exposing your magnificent breasts to him.  “See, it’s just my breasts are huge, and when the other girls see a little more skin, well they just assume I’m showing a lot.  But look…”  And you put your breasts away, “When you see the shirt now, you can see that most of my tits were behind fabric like you’ve requested.”

The guy from HR squirmed in his chair, obviously turned on.  He licked his lips and practically had to wipe the drool forming in the corner of his mouth.  “Ok, we can concede that point.  But what about the water cooler talk of you showing a whale tale that was clearly indicating you had on a thong?”

You laughed again.  “I’m wearing a dress how could that be possible?”

“Well they clearly saw something, People described a purple bow…”

You laughed again.  “Well then they were peeking up my dress because I was wearing panties with a bow in the back.  But not thongs!”

The HR Guy raised his eyebrows and you knew he wasn’t going to take your word for it.  So you stood up, turned around and lifted up your skirt.  Then looking over your shoulder you said, “See, they are not exactly a thong, but pretty damn sexy.”  You shook your ass playfully and then let the dress slide back down to cover your perfect round cheeks.

When you turned back around you caught him rubbing his hard cock through his pants.  He became red as he realized he hadn’t stopped quick enough and you caught him in the act.  You just flashed him your seductive smile to put him at ease.

“Does that answer all your questions?”

“Yes.  Thank you for your cooperation in this matter.”  The HR guy started to stand up and walk to the door to your office.

“Wait.”  He turned around and tried his best to look you in the eyes.  “Just so you know, you don’t have to trump up these charges every week just to take a peek at my body you know, I love sharing myself.”

“I’m afraid I do, company policy.”

“Then I’ll pencil you in for around the same time next Thursday?”

He smiled.  “Yes, and remember it’s probably best that you did wear an actual thong, it is Thong Thursday for a reason and I’d hate to have to reprimand you.  Last time my hand hurt from spanking your ass so hard.”

You smiled thinking back to that delightful incident.  “Duly noted,”  And as he left your office you rubbed your clit quickly, just to take the edge off to make concentrating on work easier.


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A Photo is Worth Thousands of Words Part 4

This is part four of our continuing adventures.  If you'd like to start at the beginning, check out part one HERE, part two HERE, and part three HERE.

We lay there entwined on the bed, as my heart rate returned to normal.  As I come down from the natural high you give me, you put your leg over mine.  The heat from your pussy radiates against my outer thigh, reminding me how horny you still are.

As great as it is to have your body against mine, I need to heed nature’s call.  Reluctantly, I shift in the bed and you disengage your body from mine.  I roll out off the mattress and make the trek to the bathroom.

Each step takes me away and my desire to be with you is in direct conflict with my needs.  I move as quickly as I can to get to my destination as fast as possible.  I pee, wash my hands and dry them quickly on the hand towel.  As I open the door, my fingers slip on the handle, my hands still slightly damp.  I have decided to head back to bed rather than completely dry my hands.

Rounding the corner I see you lying on the bed, legs spread wide.  As I approach you, I can hear the sloppy wet noise of you masturbating along with the background hum of your quiet moans.  Knowing that you could not wait for my quick trip makes my heart pump fast and my desire for you to grows.

I stand at the foot of the bed and watch the erotic show that you are performing for my benefit.  My gaze travels the length of your body; I take in every nuance of your amazingly sexy body.  While you continue to play, I can see you are getting more and more into it.  When I reach your face, you are staring intently at me, your eyes bright and filled with lust, and your lips are forming the biggest smile I have ever seen.

Tied & Humiliated: A Fantasy

You stand there completely nude, your mind is focused on how naked you are, how exposed.  You feel your heart beat in your chest as I observe you.  Your whole body language screams to the world that you are ashamed of physical presence.  You lean head down and stare at the floor.  It is as if you thought that by not maintaining eye contact you would disappear.  Instead it makes me angry.

You are aware of how I am circling your body, staring at your breasts, your ass, your stomach, your thighs.  I can see on your face you are imagining me judging your body.  There are tears forming in your eyes as you mentally break under my gaze. 

I walk behind you and you anticipate my return to your peripheral vision.  Instead of continuing, I surprise you, spanking your ass hard, making you lift your head up quickly, a startled scream escaping from your lips.  My hand comes down harder the second time as I spank you again on the other cheek, making you jump as you try not to yelp in pain.  When my hand connects with your ass cheek a third time I am focused on your body.  I watch as your body jiggles, your breasts heave, your ass vibrates as it reddens.

You look fantastic.

Sub-Servant

I had been driving for a while now, the sun had previously set hours earlier, but I had yet to get to my destination.  Florida was such a long state and no matter how long I was driving for, I didn’t feel like I was making any headway.  Worse than that, my tummy was beginning to growl and I really needed to eat something great, even late.  Luckily I was about to hit a big college town where there would surely be something that would fit the bill.

As I drove into town I decided to pass the first few spots because either I wasn’t lovin’ it, or I wanted to go where taste really ruled.  Finally I saw the bright yellow sign that was my hero and pulled into the parking lot.  I opened the door, avoided the puddle of spilled soda and the wrappers drifting in the light breeze, and I headed to the door.

As I walked in, it immediately struck me that the place was empty, except for the college student behind the counter.  Ignoring her, I walked towards the bathroom and opened the door.  I needed a pit stop almost as much as I needed some nourishment and standing in front of the urinal I felt the relaxation only a good wiz can provide.  I did my business, washed my hands and then headed back out into the dining room.

As I emerged into the room, I noticed that the girl from behind the counter was locking the door.  Clearing my throat I said, “Hi, are you closing up?”

Without giving me a glance she said, “Yep, but since you’ve made it in before we locked the doors, you’ll be our last customer.”

“Great!” I said walking towards the counter.  “I’m starving, been driving for hours.”  I raised my eyes to the large lighted panels that they used as a menu.  As I tried to decide on what I wanted, the girl walked around and got in position behind the counter.

“Hi, I’m Ashley and I’ll be your sandwich sculptor today.  How can I help you?”  Despite the late hour she said her line with exuberance.

I continued to stare at the menu while I said, “I’ll get the Melt.”

“Yum!  The melt is one of my favs!  I like it nice and gooey, do you?”

I wasn’t really paying attention to her as she spoke and just said, “Yeah.”  Pausing a moment, my eyes moved over to the roll choices.  “I’ll get that on the six inch wheat.”

Ashley turned around and pulled a tray off the rack.  “At this late hour, I’m gonna make your six inch a footlong.”

Shy First Timer

Hubby is in the next room, working on something important.  Well important to him at least.  You are never sure if he is keeping up with his TV shows or if he is playing a video game instead.  Either way the repetitive noise of machine gun fire punctuated by an explosion seems to bleed through the walls as though they are nothing but cheesecloth.  It is going to be another one of those nights.

You look at yourself in the mirror and admire the view within.  You are quite beautiful, maybe not as young as you once were, but the years only seem to add to you allure.  Your hand moves to your cheek and down your neck, and you feel a shiver of pleasure travel throughout your body.  Tired of being alone you grab your tablet and head into bed to curl up with a good book.

As you settle in between the sheets, you look through the erotica on your device.  You have read everything already and are disappointed.  Tonight you are in the mood for something new.  You head to a website with free stories and start poking around there, looking for just the right story to help you find your relief.

In a few minutes, you have five tabs open with different stories ready for your enjoyment.  You are about to settle in and read, when your finger hits the forum tab.  Before you know it the page is loaded up and your eyes settle on the “Amateur Pic Feedback” section.  Like a moth to the flame, your finger hovers over the link and you find yourself waiting for the new page to load.

Playtime in the Park

Jenny decided she knew what her problem was.  She had too much faith in humanity.  She had no doubt that this was her tragic flaw.  If she had the ability to see where this was going to lead, she would have never started down this path.

Andy looked at Jenny with that mischievous grin of his.  “OK, you want a dare?”  Andy was looking her up and down as she inwardly cringed.  He suggested Truth or Dare and what started out innocent enough turned into something decidedly less innocent.  Jenny was convinced that two adults could easily play a game without resorting to such lows, but apparently she was wrong.  Andy proved that it was impossible.

Andy lifted up his finger and said, “OK, I've got it!  I dare you to put in your butt plug, your bullet vibe and make yourself come in the park across the street.”

Jenny looked out the window at the park.  It was 7:30 on a summer evening, so she knew it would be light, but at the same time, it also meant that there were going to be a bunch of people using the facilities.  “I don’t know…”

“What? Are you chicken?”  Andy said and started to make clucking noises.  Gosh, he really was a two year old sometimes!

“Fine.  I’ll do your dumb task.”  Jenny stood up, almost stamping her foot on the floor in determination.  She headed over to the bedroom and went to her little toy stash.  Andy was hot on her heels.

Red, White, and You

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The morning seems to be going along perfectly.  It is the Fourth of July, and since you have the day off you are able to sleep in a bit longer than usual.  It is so nice to wake up on a Thursday and have the time to relax and just be.

You head into the shower and wash off the dirt and sweat from the previous day before reaching for your shaving cream.  You spray a bit of the slick foam into your palm and run them up and down your leg, making sure there was a nice thick lather.  You rinse your hand off in the water until you are confident that you've got your grip back.  Then you reach for your new razor and uncap it.  Gently you draw it up and over your skin, watching as it follows your contours perfectly.  You think to yourself that this really is quite an erotic act.

Soon you’ve shaved both your legs and you are about to put the razor away.  Your mind flashes forward to what I’ve got planned for this evening and you decide to do a little bit more.  Your hand lathers up the cream again and this time you place your fingers on your pussy mound.  You work the lather around your delicate skin, and as your fingers move your body reacts with flashes of pleasure.  It feels so good it takes effort to remove your hand.

Office Discipline

As you stand in the corner, naked, I watch you tremble.  I can’t tell if it’s in anticipation or out of fear.  I walk up behind you and my hand slides around your body before wrapping around your neck.  I pull you back against me and you feel your skin press against my clothed body.  You whimper as I lean towards your ear and say, “You want to be a bad girl?  Fine.  I’ll show you how I treat bad girls.”

You are staring straight ahead as I undo the tie at my neck.  You feel my chest twist against your back as I fight with the silk with one hand and hold your head still with the other.  You are hardly breathing as I work.  I can feel your pulse quicken and your throat move as you swallow.

After a long moment the tie is loose and I let go of your neck.  My hands quickly move to grab your wrists and I push your body against the hard wall.  You feel the rough paint against your nipples as I manage to wrangle your hands together.  As soon as they are touching you feel the tie wrap around them and in another heartbeat they are securely tied together.

I spin you around and then take a step back.  You are so sexy, standing there naked, tied up a look of surprise on your face.  As much as you trust me, knowing I’ll only take things so far, you aren’t sure how much I’ll be testing your boundaries tonight.  My gaze follows your curves up your body, from your calves to your thighs, to your hips, to your breasts, to your shoulders and then finally your nervous face.  Your eyes are huge and pleading, and I can feel myself growing hard at seeing you this helpless.

Dreaming A Little Dream of You

I woke up today thinking about your pussy.  It was the first thing on my mind, probably because it was the last thing I thought of before I went to sleep.  I want to taste you, to tease you, and of course, to please you.

I wish I was there to take your body and transform it into something that is only sexual.  Thinking of you naked makes my cock so fucking hard, and inspires my imagination.  I want tune your body’s sexual response like a world class musician would tune his/her instrument.  I want to play you until wonderful music escapes from your body.

I think about you there in bed, peaceful and relaxed.  I imagine watching you sleep, breathing gently and not aware of the world around you.  I’m starting to prepare to tease you but doing so quietly so you do not wake up before I’m ready for you to do so.

I attach restraints to the four corners of the bed as quietly as I can.  It takes a lot of effort not to wake you, and I’m constantly checking that the noise and movement isn’t spoiling the surprise.

I expect to wake you immediately upon touching your right hand, but for some reason you do not wake up.  I quickly tie it down to the restraint and then move to the left hand.  As the restraint around your left wrist is locked down, you start to wake up, although you haven’t completely made it to the land of the living.